Years I’ve Slept Right Through
The field is steeped with the violence of horses.Night descends blue hillsand I attempt to weigh distance,as a calf tests its footing to the water hole.On the front porch, my cat devours a hummingbird.He beats the brilliant body with his tufted paws.He breaks its wings,swallows whole the intricate bone-house.Inside, the pilot light is burning.My sister’s friend with the coal-eyes is over.Gradually, I crawl into bed, aching for more light.In the dooryarda young boy stoops to pluckfeather from feather until his hands are sore.So prone to sadness, this thief—I take my glasses off and lay them on the table.The shadow of a tree rests inside my palm.This spring I commemorate my father’s deathby tacking deer-horns above the door.My hammer-strokes dispersean assembly of hens,waiting around for me to scatter their seed.A mile away the river is abundant.It breaks its sudden excesson a limestone bridge.A big-axled wagon tips into the water,where white mud washes the coachman clean.This is a custom he repeats every year,coming and going until his wheels give out,coming to wet his tongue.Dawn chalks over the horizonrendering the sky a storm-blotched red.The outline of a cow appears on the hilland then dissolves into the fog.I follow her path with my ear,listening as a bell sounds out the trail—It is mine, this worldof bread and skin and stone.Lay me in the field with all the fallen horses.
“Years I’ve Slept Right Through” from THE MILK HOURS: by John James.
Published by Milkweed Books on June 8, 2021.
Copyright © 2021 by Milkweed Books.
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.
John James is the author of The Milk Hours (Milkweed, 2019), selected by Henri Cole for the Max Ritvo Poetry Prize, as well as two chapbooks, most recently Winter, Glossolalia (Black Spring Press Group, 2022). His poems appear or are forthcoming in Boston Review, Kenyon Review, New England Review, PEN Poetry Series, Best American Poetry, and elsewhere, and his work has been supported by fellowships and awards from the Bread Loaf Environmental Writers’ Conference, the Academy of American Poets, and the Lannan Center for Poetics and Social Practice at Georgetown University. He is completing a PhD in English at the University of California, Berkeley.
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